[RQ] [SE] send me out like a shooting star

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Melita laughed, a wild vicious little bombardment of giggles. “Probably,” in vague agreement, before adhering more to dagger work. She preferred the slicing of her opponents and enemies to dirt and soil, but they got the job done regardless. Once Flora unearthed the rest, scooped up the nasty bombardments, and plopped it into the jar, the Honeybee handed back the knife, and then capped the lid. Staring at it for a moment, and wrinkling her nose, she shrugged again and placed it within her bag.

Glancing upwards towards the rest of the King’s End domicile, she gave another cheeky grin at the notions. “Sure. We can bug your mom too.” Then they could hasten off, job complete and irritations to be had.

{FIN}

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita